I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters. I only own Celeste. If I did Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa would be married.

Song - COOL // Troye Sivan

Celeste's POV

"Shit."

Celeste dropped the offending mascara, which had seconds ago created a rather abstract streak of inky black across her nose, and glared with intensity at her reflection in her bathroom mirror.

She was minutes away from leaving the safety of her bedroom and heading over to Lydia's dreaded party, and she was a bumbling mess.

She rubbed angrily at the misplaced makeup on her face, leaving the skin rather red in a way she felt represented her feelings about the night ahead of her.

Celeste Lune and social settings were mortal enemies, and yet here she was heading in to the belly of the beast.

She turned the glass faucet of her porcelain sink, making sure the water was ice cold as she washed the residual mascara off of her hand to erase any evidence of her haphazard mistake, and watched a stray glob of toothpaste unhinge itself and swirl down the drain.

In the present moment, the flustered girl wished for nothing more than to be that glob of toothpaste.

Satisfied with her work, she puffed out her cheeks rather dramatically and stepped away from the sink, inspecting her attire in its final stages.

She was wearing a burgundy skater dress with black fleece-lined tights. Her feet were clad in black combat boots, ruffled lace socks peeking out from underneath. Upon her arms lay a knit cardigan of dark gray that reached a bit lower than her hips.

Inky black hair fell down to just below Celeste's chest in loose waves, and her makeup was minimal.

Lydia Martin was an evil sorceress, with incredible powers of persuasion.

That was the only way Celeste could explain allowing herself to be convinced to spend her evening interacting with idiotic teenagers under the influence of cheap booze.

While this event may seem insignificant and -god forbid- fun to most of her peers, Celeste's painfully habitual tendency to be horribly awkward when interacting with other people of her species, along with her very low tolerance in regards to the stupidity of the human race created a feeling of absolute torture when presented with these kinds of scenarios.

Her only Saving Grace was the fact that she was arriving early to help her demanding friend set up, rather than arriving with the rest of the school.

She hesitantly dragged herself out of her bathroom, switching off the light bulb on her way out.

Before exiting her room, she made the split second decision to grab her trusted camera as a way to occupy her.

Celeste slipped the strap over her slender neck as she ambled down the stairs, thankful her mom was out for a book club meeting or something.

The warmth of the afternoon sun battled with the seasonal chill as she opened her front door before trudging across the street to Lydia's familiar house that resided diagonally from her own.

At least she had an easy escape route.

She took note of the shiny, silver Porsche parked exactly in the middle of Lydia's driveway and inferred from the presence of the expensive vehicle and the douchey parking job that Jackson had already arrived.

Walking on her friend's grass instead of the sidewalk as a silent rebellion, she approached Lydia's front door.   

A wine colored nail polish clad pointer finger reached for the doorbell, but before she could press the button the door was swung open and she was greeted with a toothy grin and a string of fairy light being shoved into Celeste's unwilling arms by a rather one track minded minded Lydia Martin.

☾ ☽

One Republic pounded in Celeste's ears and resounded in her chest as she slouched inconspicuously in the corner of the Martin household's living room.

She fiddled with the camera still strapped around her neck, regretting her decision to bring it as she had already been attacked by multiple giddy party-goers who wanted their pictures taken, and it had only been about thirty minutes since her peers had started filing in.

She had at first made a few meager attempts at social interaction, but as more people piled in she started to feel rather claustrophobic.

She could practically feel the teen angst in the horny adolescents around her, and the heaviness of it made her feel as though she could not breathe.

Therefore, she found herself huddled alone in a corner regretting her own existence.

"Celeste!"

She jumped at the sound of her name being called and searched the crown for the source.

Her eyes were greeted by the sight of the everlasting beauty that was Allison Argent with a grinning but slightly dazed Scott McCall by her.

Celeste smiled shyly at the pair, instinctively tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey, Allison. How's it going?"

"I'm great," the taller girl responded to Celeste's polite formalities with a soft smile cast in Scott's direction, "and you?"

"Living the dream," she answered with light-hearted undertones of sarcasm before directing her attention to Scott, "How are you doing, Scott?"

Celeste asked this with an aura of casualty, but secretly she was a bit concerned, as she noticed that under his happiness he was a bit disgruntled.

The puppy-like boy blinked at the sincerity in her gaze before clearing his throat and responding.

"Me? Yeah, I'm good," he said, glancing at Allison with a genuine smile before turning back to Celeste, "I'm really good, thanks."

Celeste grinned at the adorable pair, feeling secondhand giddiness and nerves as it poured off of them in waves.

She lifted up her camera in order to capture the brilliance of their puppy love, and for the first time that night she was happy to push down on the tiny silver button and take a picture.

They both put cheesy smiles on their face and it seemed to ease any tension, as Scott asked the model-like girl to dance and the two wandered off through the crowd after saying goodbye to Celeste.

She smiled after them like a proud mother, and looked at the screen of her camera in an attempt to review the photograph, but her attention was brought elsewhere as she heard a loud bark of laughter from the mass of students.

Smiling in amusement, her eyes found Stiles, who was wearing a tan blazer over a red shirt and a black tie around his neck as he laughed louder than everyone else in the group of people he was in.

He rocked back and forth constantly on his heels and his eyes darted around the room.

Celeste thought chastely that the boy existed in a universe where he would spontaneously combust if he stopped moving.

His antsy mannerisms came to a halt as he caught sight of Celeste, and she blushed a deep red and looked away, afraid that he had caught her staring.

Though her eyes were turned away, she was all too aware of the approaching boy as he shoved clumsily through the crowd in an effort to get to the blushing girl.

"Um, h-hey Celeste," she heard, and she snapped her head toward Stiles as he looked at her with expecting eyes.

"Oh, Stiles, hey," the girl nervously responded, trying to use a nonchalant tone and standing up straighter.

"How are you enjoying the party?" he asked as he ran his hand through his adorable buzz cut, "Is it as horrible as you thought it would be?"

"Worse," Celeste answered jokingly, and Stiles let out another bark of laughter.

"So, uh, can I get you a drink?" Stiles sputtered out nervously.

"Oh, no thanks," Celeste answered with a grateful smile, "I'm not one for drinking much."

"Yeah, me neither," Stiles said, clumsily shoving his red solo cup into the hands of a very confused bystander when he noticed the short girl glancing at it.

Celeste giggled as his cheeks turned splotchy, and she watched as he opened his mouth to respond, but they were cut off by a very distressed looking Scott McCall rushing past them.

"Hey, Scott-," Stiles' concerned call to his friend was cut off as the longer haired boy completely ignored it, causing Stiles and Celeste to look after him with worry.

Stiles looked at Celeste with a pained expression, letting out a soft groan.

"I-I'm really sorry," Stiles started in a regretful tone, "I should go see if he's okay."

"No, no that's okay," Celeste reassured him but a tiny selfish part of her wished he could stay, "go check on him."

He smiled thankfully at her before awkwardly patting her shoulder and turning on his heel to run after his friend.

While the motion was jerky and abrupt, she could swear her skin burned where he had touched her.

She spotted a familiar mess of black curls bobbing past her, and she grabbed gently on to Allison's wrist.

Her friend turned around with a distressed look on her face, relaxing slightly when she saw Celeste's confused face.

"What the hell happened?" Celeste asked in a half-serious half-joking tone, "Scott just ran through here looking like you had murdered his mother or something."

Allison cracked a small smile, but Celeste could tell she was worried.

"I have no idea," she said in confusion, "one minute we were dancing and having fun, and the next he was running away from me like I had the Bubonic plague."

Celeste knit her dark eyebrows together, and the two followed the boys outside just in time to see their cars screeching away down the road.

"Damn Argent, do you have the Bubonic plague?" Celeste joked, but stopped when she saw the mortified look on Allison's face.

"Hey, don't worry about it," Celeste comforted her friend, "I'm sure it wasn't because of you. Maybe he gets migraines or something."

She was stopped from further reassuring her friend when she noticed the presence of the creepy-but-attractive grumpy guy from the woods.

She turned to face him, Allison following her lead.

Celeste narrowed her blue eyes at him, wondering what he was doing loitering outside a high school party. He only spared a glance at the suspicious girl before looking at Celeste's confused friend.

"Allison," he addressed her with a smile that seemed rather uncharacteristic of the stoic man, "I'm Derek. I'm a friend of Scott's."

"Uh, you are?" Celeste questioned with a cocked brow.

He looked at her, the rather forced smile still upon his face but with a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

"Yes, and he asked me to give you a ride home, Allison."

"Oh, um," Allison looked at him with hesitance, "he did?"

Before he could respond, Celeste tugged her a few feet away from the mysterious male.

"I can just give you a ride," she told her friend, "my bike is kind of made for one but we can borrow Lydia's car. You don't have to go with him if you don't want to."

Allison smiled at her friend's concern, but shook off her offer.

"That's okay," she told her, "he's a friend of Scott's. I wouldn't want to ruin your night."

"Trust me, you wouldn't be ruining anything," Celeste said sadly, looking down the road Stiles' mint blue jeep had disappeared down.

"Celeste, it's totally fine," the taller girl assured.

Celeste glanced back at Derek, matching his gaze and glaring at him a little.

"Okay, but text me as soon as you get home," she said, still looking intently at the much more intimidating man.

Allison laughed at her overprotective nature, but agreed regardless.

Derek opened the door of his Camaro for her, and glanced one last time at Celeste curiously before getting in himself and driving away.

After watching the car as it drove away, Celeste turned hesitantly back to the obnoxiously loud party in front of her.

Suddenly, a piercing pain shot through her head and she grabbed it in shock. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a dull aching in her teeth and clenched her fists as the tips of her fingers tingled painfully.

She collapsed onto the steps of Lydia's porch, her body unable to stand as she focused on the anguish going on inside of her.

Then, just as quickly as it had started, it stopped and left Celeste panting and slightly terrified.

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I am so sorry. This is so short and abrupt and awful oh god. I apologize profusely but I am uploading anyway because I have not posted in forever and it is exactly 6:23 am and I have not yet gone to bed. My sleeping schedule has gone to hell. Oops. Anyways, I know it sucks majorly but feedback is always appreciated and a great motivator. I am thirsty sorry.

Also Celeste is not a werewolf if you were curious aha.

**update she's not a mermaid guys I promise**

What did you all get for the holiday you celebrate or if you don't celebrate then how was your day friend? I got a trxye sweater and The Wolf Among Us and The Last of Us for ps4. How fun.

Thank you so much for reading you adorable being,

-Belle xx

P.S. fun story if you ever think you're bad at taking compliments just remember that last night my friend told me I was pretty and then my nose started bleeding.

!!!- Dedication is @Ossie_The_Flea because you were the first person to comment that I don't know in real life aha and I love you thank you so much for reading xx